baby talk

I loved the application on face book which allows you to input all the books that you have read / want to read. Finally a digital catalogue of my books. Good.

While I was having a look at the excel sheet that has all the books, I noticed a typo in one of the books names – it read – ten basic principles for goon parenting. Haha sure.

Jispa was telling me, “My school has one thousand students. But now there are only a thousand. One person from my class left the school that’s why only thousand, earlier there were one thousand.” That was easily the funniest one I have heard in a long long time.

birthdays...I am in love with you

Finally… oh my lovely blog, I finally have time to write in you. Kya timepass hai yeh. But there was so much to write and so little time. Office has been crazy with all hell breaking loose.

In between I even had my birthday. On my birthday while having bath (no not a birthday bath, just one of the regular everyday bath) I was thinking of when I was little and how we could get to wear colored clothing in school and give out sweets. Earlier till the third standard I studied in Dubai and our vacations were in July and August. That meant no colored clothes for me and no being hero for the day. So when we shifted to Mumbai, one of the look forwards (there weren’t too many) was that in August schools were on. So I could wear my safari to school. I distinctly remember wearing my light bluish grey safari and distributing sweets in school. Before you distribute and the entire class singing.. happy birthday to you. Clap clap. Man it felt so good when that happened for the time in IV B. I remember counting the days left to my birthday and what I would wear. The sweets we used to give out were parle orange flavored hard boiled confectionaery. They used to cost around 10 paise each in retail and lower if you bought them by the bulk. Every guy in class (60 of us) would get two. And I think the best friend secretly got more. One would get more number of best friends on a birthday than other normal days. 10 paise I guess went a long way those days. Or should I say friendship was cheap. Whatever it was it sure was fun.
Oh I wish I had the same excitement of remembering my birthday two months in advance and counting down from there. This year my bachas at office gifted me a bat and a pair of jeans. The low waist, tight fit jeans. How the hell do these kids wear these low waisters, especially the women? Don’t they feel naked from the back? There is considerable amount of air that you feel your ass is getting and that the crack is showing. But I am sure the guys are not complaining. Every time you go to a store there will be one stupid lady bending down wearing a short t shirt and how could they not know? Well... I am sure the guys are not complaining.

teddy bears

Oh man, my blog is really suffering from the work load. There are tons to do and tons to follow up on. But then that’s the fun of it all I guess.
Yesterday Jispa must have been awake by 4 in the morning. For whatever reason. Now if she is awake and bored what to do. Get up, walk into the bedroom and snuggle up to daddy. And its always daddy, because mommy will send her packing off to her bed but daddy loves to get a teddy bear to sleep with. But there are small differences between a teddy bear and Jispa.
Teddy bear don’t hug you back
Teddy bear don’t shift positions again and again.
Teddy bear is asleep when you want him to
Teddy bears weigh much less
Teddy bears don’t suddenly feel thirsty in the middle ofthe night
Teddy bears let you sleep
Teddy bears are comfortable any how you hug them
Teddy bears can take your weight
Teddy bears don’t smile back
Teddy bear’s fingers don’t play with your face while you are sleeping
Teddy bears don’t kick their legs about when they are not sleepy
You don’t like kissing teddy bears too much

So bottom line – she gets up at 4 am and then ensures that even I don’t get sleep after that. But, who’s complaining. Not me. I love it. Anytime.

gaali mut de

I have been panning to write for some time now. The days have been so busy that it is almost impossible to get some tie out for writing. The whole day is one big incessant blur. From the time I come in early to the time I leave. Yesterday I thought I will finally write something and I was insired as well in the morning but my laptop password refused to connect me in. What the hell man? Nevertheless here I finally am. I have stopped swearing. My dear student Khyati was in office for a month doing her summers with some other department. She told me to stop and there I said why not. It’s been quite some time since I have stopped with only an occasional one coming in. not bad. After ten years of expletives I could not say a few sentences in office with using colorful words. Chalo theek hai. Dekhte hain how long it lasts.

I am so goddam sleepy. I have some obscene backlog of sleep which I wan to catch up on. And tomorrow I am going to Goa with the cricket team for a picnic. There goes some more sleep. Raat ko baith ke daru sessions mein bore hona. Oh dear me really really pathetic.